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"The world's made of light AND darkness. You can't have one without the other, 'cause darkness is half of everything." - King Mickey, Kingdom Hearts II
Vast White and Deep Black: Reunification
Chapter 1: The Dinner which Shook Unova!
Many years ago, centuries, millennia even, there was a fair land known as Unova, its largest settlement ruled by a wise and just king, and assisted by his loyal pet, a great and mighty dragon. Under his rule, his land prospered and flourished. Riots were rare, wars unheard of. Few went hungry and many looked to the future, believing things could only get brighter from there.
Alas, it was not to be, for the good king passed on, his soul relegated to the worlds beyond. Wishing for greater cooperation, the king left his settlement to his two sons, wanting to avoid a power struggle between the two. Following their father's death, the two brothers worked hand-in-hand, and their kingdom soon grew to include the whole of Unova, its future only growing brighter year by year, its continued growth spurred on by the great dragon left to the brothers.
This peace was not to last, for in making the brothers joint rulers of the land, the late king initiated that which he had hoped to prevent: a power struggle. Sure enough, the brothers feuded over the best way to govern Unova. The older brother sought truth, possessing the wisdom to find and recognize it, whilst the younger craved ideals, and had the ambition to carry them out. Many heated arguments broke out over this debate. The council and nobles tried to mediate the situation, believing both young men to be right, but they too were eventually forced to choose sides.
One day at the dinner table, the two brothers once again brought up the debate. This time however, neither was prepared to let things go. Incensed, the younger brother drew his sword and challenged his own flesh and blood to a duel. Accepting the challenge, the older brother unsheathed his blade in turn. An intense fight broke out as the interior of the royal palace was decimated by the two brothers' relentless attacks toward each other. Particularly attuned to the feelings of its masters, the great dragon was conflicted, the clashing feelings channeled straight to its core.
The dragon thrashed in pain at the intensity of the duel, its anguished roars being blasted straight to the heavens. Its agony alerted its masters, who halted their fight and watched in awe and horror as a sickening tearing ripped the massive creature straight down the middle. The two halves of the dragon each glowed a different color, white for the left half and black for the right. The brothers looked on as each half reformed into a smaller but still powerful dragon.
The left half shaped itself into a brilliant majestic creature of light, slender and angelic in appearance. It exuded an ancient feel of tradition, embodying Unova's humble past. The Vast White dragon flew to the older brother and bowed its head. Running his fingers through its soft downy feathers, the man spoke the first word to roll off his tongue, labeling the dragon forevermore. "Reshiram."
The right half took the form of a being sculpted by darkness, dull and unassuming, bulky and demonic. Its technological construct gave away the semblance of change, signifying Unova's hopes for a bright future. This Deep Black dragon beckoned the younger brother close with a flick of its wrist. The man placed his hand on the beast's left leg, and felt its rough scaley skin. A name for the dragon came easy to the man. "Zekrom."
The brothers stepped away from their champions of battle and stared each other down, each trying to intimidate the other, to no avail. Both men pointed at each other, and the dragons knew what was to come.
Reshiram flew up on its silver wings, its tail and the ends of its mane ablaze, glowing red-orange with the inextinguishable passion of searing flames. Letting out a roar, it generated a massive ball of crimson flames at its foe. Zekrom retaliated in turn, its tail and the end of its plume sparkling, the blue cackle of striking thunder serving to strengthen its resolve for victory. With a shriek, it formed a large sphere of blue-hued electricity, and shot it at the other dragon.
The two attacks, equal in size and power, collided; causing an explosion which blew out a large portion of the castle's reinforced stone walls. Everyone dived for cover from the whizzing debris which threatened to blow holes in their miserable corpses. The brothers still stood tall, neither willing to yield to the other. The battle continued.
The resulting onslaught was catastrophic; the royal castle reduced to nothing more than a pile of rubble. And yet the two beasts still persisted in the fight, wrecking devastation to the surrounding town and countryside. But that was not enough. Reshiram and Zekrom continued their endless battle, leaving untold destruction across Unova in their wake. Fearing for their land and livelihood, the common folk all banded together and put both creatures into a deep slumber, sealing them in aura imbued stone orbs. Reshiram dwelled within the Light Stone, Zekrom within the Dark Stone. Both orbs were hidden as far away from each other as possible, lest the dragons once again awake and resume their meaningless battle.
Neither brother has been seen since the destruction of the castle; both are assumed to have died in the ensuing chaos. Slowly but surely, the land of Unova began to heal its wounds, but no one would ever forget the events which transpired during that fateful dinner between the two brothers.
(Nuvema Town, Professor Juniper's Laboratory, Research Chamber 1, December 27, 2010, 10 p.m.)
A hand closed the book resting on the table as a pale-skinned, green-eyed woman in her mid-twenties looked up from the engrossing tale. She had light brown hair styled into a beehive, and wore a white blouse with a green skirt, red diamond earrings, and white sneakers with red laces. Her name was Professor Aurea Juniper.
The woman ran a hand through her hair and gazed at the book she spent the last half hour thumbing through before sighing. "Even as an adult, that tale still never ceases to amaze and astound me. I wonder if it all really happened."
Before she could continue her thoughts, she heard faint cackles of static as the lights and machines in the room gave out and exploded, overloaded with power beyond their capacity. Professor Juniper turned to the window in shock, only to see a massive swirling black cloud shaped like the eye of a hurricane, obscuring her view of the outdoors. Large blue bolts of lightning sparked from the cloud, some striking the earth, branding expansive scorch marks where they landed. As quickly as it began, the cloud dispersed, leaving no evidence of its presence a few minutes ago.
Professor Juniper, stunned by what she had just borne witness to, slumped back into a nearby chair, as she instructed her waiting assistants to repair the damage done to her laboratory. "T-That was Z-Zekrom…"
(Undisclosed location, December 27, 2010, 10:10 p.m.)
"So, Zekrom is actively on the move…"
Seven men were seated around a long rectangular table in a room devoid of any other furnishings. The lighting was even dimmed to the point of near total darkness. A softball-sized black stone sphere rested on the middle of the table.
Another man spoke. "And now we wait."
A third took the opportunity to interject. "It would seem that there have been some unforeseen developments."
The first man frowned. "What are you blabbering about?"
"The scrolls foretold that Reshiram's master would return soon."
The first man sighed. "That could be a problem…"
(Undisclosed location, Unknown time and place.)
"So where are we off to now?"
Looking up from his spot at a control panel, a pale-skinned man who appeared to be in his late twenties perked his head at the question. He had green eyes and long dark brown hair which partially covered his forehead. He wore a plain brown tweed jacket with elbow patches, a pink dress shirt, a maroon bow tie, maroon braces, a gold wrist watch, rolled up navy-blue suspendered trousers and black boots. His hexagonal control panel was, needless to say, unusual. Attached to it was a wide assortment of miscellaneous items, such as a typewriter, rubber ducky, gramophone, telegraph, a set of hot and cold taps, and a view-screen, etc. The centre of the room had a large green tinted cylinder which extended from the ceiling and down to the centre of the control panel, which periodically rose and fell.
The man turned to the woman who had asked the question. She was twenty-one, 5' 11", pale-skinned with green eyes and red shoulder length hair, and was wearing a red long-sleeved sweater with a black skirt. Over the sweater was a red jacket. In addition, she wore white sneakers. The woman was standing next to another pale-skinned man with a shaggy mop of short dirty blonde hair that topped his head, with a few strands falling over his forehead. In his early twenties, he had brown eyes, and wore a checkered black and white shirt with a brown vest on top. He also wore brown pants and black sneakers.
The brown haired man acknowledged the couple with a nod. "What, just got back from your honeymoon and already eager to head somewhere else? We are headed off, to a vast and beautiful land known as Unova. Brilliant place to visit at this time of year. The scenery is breathtaking, the geography varied, and the fauna is unlike anything you've ever seen or will ever see. And don't get me started on the people. They…" The brown haired man trailed off, and the woman decided not to prompt him, knowing how eccentric he could get at times. The man continued to speak, quickly changing the subject. "Anyways, you two lovebirds had better head off and get prepared; I-I n-need to make my o-own preparations here. Alone." Slightly confused at the brown haired man's tone, the other two people in the room exited to give him his privacy.
The man strolled over to a wall and gently rapped on it three times with his knuckles. The wall sprang open, revealing a hidden closet. Inside was a regal looking red cape, trimmed with white fur, and adorned with printed gold oak leaves. A robe of gold cloth hung next to the cape, with a pair of white pants next to that. A sheathed claymore was strapped to the back wall of the closet, and a pair of brown boots rested on the closet floor. A small shelf above the claymore held a shiny crown crafted of an unusual white metal. Underneath the crown was a pair of fine white leather gloves. The man ran his fingers through the cape, closing his eyes at the fabric's soft texture. He grabbed the claymore and unsheathed it, briefly examining the shimmering ivory-white blade, free of any blemishes. Replacing the sword, he searched the robe until he found what he was looking for, a pocket at the right end. Digging his left hand into the pocket, he emptied it of its contents: a single silvery white feather, soft as the finest silk.
Tears began to sting his eyes as the man whispered so no one else could hear. "I'm sorry. I'm s-so v-very sorry-y for abandoning you l-like-e that, old friend. I swear on my honor that I-I w-will never f-f-forget you. How could I, a-after what you tried to help me accomplish-h?" Two teardrops flowed down the man's cheeks and splashed on the feather in his hand. He wiped his eyes off on his sleeve and opened his jacket, carefully placing the feather in an inner pocket.
He closed the hidden closet and returned to his control panel with an authoritative stride. "Let's see now, December 28, 2010, 11 a.m. should do it. Nuvema Town, Unova Region." Smiling and cackling slightly with glee, the man pulled out a tubular device that was silver on the front end with copper plating underneath. Underneath that, the device had a black segment followed by a white handle, which terminated with an copper back end. The front end of the device also sported a green light. He pressed a button on the top, causing the green light at the front end to shine, and a whistling noise to emit from the device. Putting away the device, the man yanked down on a lever, perhaps a tad harder than he should. Happy with what he had done, the man threw his head back and let out a joyful scream. "GERONIMO!"
Author's notes: Alright then, I bet you're all already aware. This is an OC-submit story, so here's what you all came for. The form. Please submit all entries by PM. And be aware that your OC may be killed off during the story, though that may be rare since killing characters is not something I take lightly. You may submit up to three OCs. Any OCs submitted through anonymous reviews will be automatically rejected. Reviews and constructive criticism are welcomed. Flames will be deleted.
A little game to play: The first person to correctly guess the identities of the three characters at the end of the chapter will be permitted an extra Eeveelution, pseudo-Legendary, or shiny Pokemon for one of their OCs. Send me any answers to this game by PM please. Hints: They are not Pokemon characters, and the dates are significant. The franchise they come from is listed as one of my intrests on my profile. The number of Pokemon an OC is allowed to have at most is also a hint.
Name: Nothing wild, just a name any regular person could have.
Gender: Come on, do I need to explain this?
Age: 10-19
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